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As a boy I used to get terrible chilblains either on my toes, ears or mostly on my knuckles. Dad used to get them bad in the RAF when he had to do night sentry duty. His cure, which was well known, was to piss on them, it has to be fresh and no one elses. I gotta say that it doe's work! sick... :laugh8:

I remember being told brick layers pissed on their hands to toughen them up i still don't know if it was an old wives tale.
 
We will all have to separate food waste in the not too distant future as the government has decided the gas given off from landfill sites is not good for the planet, i can here the moans now "Not another fecking plastic box to put out every week" aheadbutt

And that's another thing! All these different bins for different stuff ( we've got four! ). Much to the missus' chagrin I just chuck owt into any bin I fancy.... I do not give f*** I'm not doing the job what they are paid handsomely ( council tax ) to do. Maybe that's why they got upset! It's like a customer turning up at our works to collect summat, and being told by the fork lift guy that the truck is over there; help yourself.
 
And that's another thing! All these different bins for different stuff ( we've got four! ). Much to the missus' chagrin I just chuck owt into any bin I fancy.... I do not give f*** I'm not doing the job what they are paid handsomely ( council tax ) to do. Maybe that's why they got upset! It's like a customer turning up at our works to collect summat, and being told by the fork lift guy that the truck is over there; help yourself.



They are not paid to sort through your stuff they are paid to take it away if you don't want to sort it throw it in the bin.

The amount of boxes you have depends on how far you have to sort it we have a big canvas bag for plastic and cans a box for paper and cardboard and one for glass, Barrow council (8 miles away) have a wheelie bin for rubbish and one for recycling, glass goes in a separate box, Councils have to encourage householders to recycle as most do not have the means to build recycling plants to sort it most householders seem happy to do it as they see it as doing their little bit to save the planet.
 
Caustic soda for removing carbon build up in your two stroke motorbike exhausts (block one end and fill exhaust to the brim with diluted caustic soda), the first time i used it was on an old Suzuki GT 250 (remember when you could ride a 250 on L plates) and i couldn't believe the crap that came out.
We used to block the end with a potato. It certainly improved the crackle when you'd cleaned the exhaust.
 
That just reminded me of the time we shoved a potato up my mates car exhaust without him knowing, it was an Austin Metro, when he drove off it got to the bottom of the street,stalled, restarted then gave a huge backfire,shooting the spud back up the street!,dont think it ever ran right after that!
 
doing their little bit to save the planet.

Really?? Lol!! All this 'saving the planet' crapola gets right up my shonk! F*** the planet, it doesn't want saving from us - it could shrug us off as effortlessy as a dog despatching a few irritating fleas.
 
As a boy I used to get terrible chilblains either on my toes, ears or mostly on my knuckles. Dad used to get them bad in the RAF when he had to do night sentry duty. His cure, which was well known, was to urinate on them, it has to be fresh and no one elses. I gotta say that it doe's work! sick... :laugh8:

Reminds me of the American Forces research during WW2.

With all the beach landings that the US Marines were making on the small Pacific islands, a lot of the troops finished up with sea-anemone spines in their bodies which became infected, so the US Army carried out some research to discover what the locals did.

Apparently the locals used your Dad's method of treatment and peed over the places where the spines had been. The uric acid sanitised the area and also helped to dissolve any bits of the spines that were embedded in the flesh.

The US Army reeled away in horror and relied on science to solve the problem. They carried out many experiments before issuing the troops with small bottles of sterilised urine; with an explanation of what it contained so that the troops knew what to do if they ever ran out.

BTW, please don't try and shake hands with me if we ever meet!
 
.......... i can here the moans now "Not another fecking plastic box to put out every week" aheadbutt

Not from me! In Germany even the people who stay overnight on a caravan site have to separate their waste into:
  • Plastics.
  • Paper and cardboard.
  • Metal.
  • Food stuffs.
It ain't easy when you are touring in a small motorhome; but it's "doable" because you have to!

BTW, with regard to "Litter" the idiots that make my blood boil are the ones that can carry a six-pack full of beer to the top of a mountain, but then can't carry the empty cans back down again!
 
BTW, with regard to "Litter" the idiots that make my blood boil are the ones that can carry a six-pack full of beer to the top of a mountain, but then can't carry the empty cans back down again!

Huh?? Why would they - the can is only a vehicle for the contents, why bother lugging it back down again once you've consumed it? Puzzled...
 
Huh?? Why would they - the can is only a vehicle for the contents, why bother lugging it back down again once you've consumed it? Puzzled...

Easy, if they have the energy to carry a FULL can of beer (or cola or any other bottled or canned drink) to the top of a mountain, then surely they can hump the EMPTY ones to somewhere with a Litter Bin? (Litter Bins being in short supply on the tops of most mountains.)
 
Really?? Lol!! All this 'saving the planet' crapola gets right up my shonk! F*** the planet, it doesn't want saving from us - it could shrug us off as effortlessy as a dog despatching a few irritating fleas.

Switch "Save the planet" for "use some common sense" why keep cutting trees down to make cardboard and paper when we are pitting millions of tons of it in the ground every week if we do not recycle it.

Our council sends household waste to a reprocessing plant in Barrow where it goes through a shredder (see picture below) and is turned into a usable end product which i believe is similar to bark and can be burned in power stations not much goes into land fill these days as most of it is reusable.


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When I was a kid I had for various reasons go on very long and arduous treks, and to toughen up my feet I used to wipe methylated spirits on the soles and anywhere that might rub. After a few applications it really hardeneded up the skin, but I wouldn't recommend it now due to semll and flammability!

Regarding the bin men.... yes they used to take everything, and come down the side of your house to collect it and replace the bins........ However!
In Wandsworth being a bin man was very lucrative, and you had to be a member of one family to get in. They also used to turn up at chistmas for their "present" so you paid council rates and more for their services. When the changes were coming in in the late 70's, they didn't like the new contracts and went on strike, and we had the rubbish dumps piling up in the street! They were awful, and stank to high heaven and were a public hazard. When they went back to work, they really coudn't be arsed, and disability claims and sccident claims went through the roof! My father's house was being underpinned down one side at the time, and lo and behold, despite huge signs and barriers saying, "danger, do not enter, do not step on" one of them claimed to fall and injure his back and be unable to work and was going to sue etc...... That went precisely nowhere of course.
Now it seems like the waste business goes through cycles. At times the companies are paid adequately, and thier workers do a decent job. then the council will drop the contract price, or go with someone cheaper, and the service gets worse as a result. Then after a year or two of complaint they decide to pay more money and the service gets better again.
 
This happened recently in Barrow in Furness the contract was awarded a new company they cut staff and the town centre because a litter strewn mess back alleys were full of litter and fly tipping, residents kicked up a huge stink about the state of the place and it improved I assume they took more people on to achieve this,
 
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My grandfather was a bin man, he died in 1962, before I was born,so I only ever new him from some old photos, he was also a first world war veteran,again old photos in his uniform with service stripes and wound stripe on the sleeves, a few years ago I was working in an old chaps bungalow,when I asked what job he'd worked at he said he was a bin man all his life ,"my grandad was a bin man",I told him, when I told him his name, the old chap described his appearance and told me he'd worked with him,on the same wagon when he'd(the old chap) first started in the late 1940's!"he was a great bloke, straightforward,he never let anyone put on us young uns"was how he described him.It made me feel proud .He also told me"Them bloody bins full of ash were heavy tho" . Just thought I'd share that, no real reason other than all the talk of binmen made me think of me owd grandad.
 
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My uncle was a bin man back in the days of metal bins, donkey jackets and being allowed to ride on the back of the bin wagon, I wonder how many years breathing in all that ash dust in will have cut from his life that's if it could get past all the gunge in his lungs from years of smoking unfiltered ****. :laugh8:
 
So, is your skin also in beautiful condition????

Er ... I don't think I look my age, but then again I'm not stupid enough to ask "Do you know how old I am?" in case I get the wrong answer!

Plus, lemons were a rarity in our house and never used as a beauty treatment.

A single orange in my Christmas Stocking was the limit of foreign fruit that I saw as a child; and I had to go out and steal (aka "scrump") or forage for any other fruit that I wanted to eat. i.e. apples, pears, damsons, cherries, plums, strawberries, pig-nuts, raspberries etc.

One highlight of my childhood was when my Mum gave me a small poke of sugar knowing that I would sneak into a neighbour's rhubarb patch and hide under the leaves. Rhubarb never tasted so good, despite the severe dose of stomach ache and the trots that followed.
 
Easy, if they have the energy to carry a FULL can of beer (or cola or any other bottled or canned drink) to the top of a mountain, then surely they can hump the EMPTY ones to somewhere with a Litter Bin? (Litter Bins being in short supply on the tops of most mountains.)

Historical types think it's great when they find artefacts of past civilisations. So think about future ones after ours has gone the way they all do, and leave something for them to marvel and ponder over, like empty Boddingtons cans.
 
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